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Friday, September 28, 2012

Jessica Subject celebrates CRASH LANDING with giveaway!

5 Things Cael wished he’d done before crash landing on
Earth!

First
of all, thank you so much, Cerise, for having me on your blog today. It’s such
a pleasure to be here. J

My
second erotica short story, Crash
Landing, released today from Decadent Publishing as part of their Edge
series. And I thought I’d share some things Cael wished he had done in his life
as he plummets toward Earth.

1.I wish I’d said a proper goodbye to my parents before leaving Narian.

2.I wish I’d reached my thirtieth year to experience mating or had someone
on the ship to practice with.

3.I wish I had someone else on this ship to help save us from crashing.

4.I wish I’d paid better attention in training.

5.I wish I’d learned how to swim.

Here’s an excerpt:

Cael gripped the
cushioned arms of the captain’s chair as his ship tumbled bow over stern. The
console flashed a blinding red in front of him. Piercing alarms drilled into
his mind and he lost focus. The seconds raced by as he plummeted toward Earth.
He’d fucked up this mission of peace. Contact with his home planet had ended
months ago. No one from Narien could save him now. His death was imminent.

The water below wouldn’t
soften his landing. At its current speed, his ship would disintegrate on
splashdown. The planet’s gravity pulled him down faster.

He coughed; the acrid
scent of fried electronics stung his nose and the back of his throat. Please let my death be quick.

A rattling to the left
caught his attention above all other noise. The handle on the cabin door shook.
Freedom. It wasn’t his time to die, if he could get out.

The altimeter on the
dashboard read six thousand meters, high enough to jump and land safely with
his chute. Only to land in frigid water
and die of exhaustion or hypothermia from treading without any hope of a
rescue.

“Shit.” But he’d die if
he stayed. He had to take the chance. Yanking off his safety harness, he pulled
himself to standing and strained to reach the recess where his pack hung.
Stretching up, he fingered the cloth strap. Not close enough to grab hold of
it.

The ship jolted and
flung him to the stern. He weaved his arm through the straps of the pack on his
way past, dislodging it from the hook. Yes.

His triumph was
short-lived as he flew starboard, smashing his shoulder against the wall. He
groaned when an electrifying spasm shot down his arm to the tips of his
fingers. The ship lurched again, and he tumbled back toward the console. He
grabbed the door, his feet dangling in mid air. If he didn’t get out now, he’d
forfeit any chance to survive.

The ship righted again.
He planted his feet against the bottom of the door and twisted the crank. The
latch snapped open, filling him with a sense of hope. Careful to keep at least
one hand on the handle at all times, he slung the pack over his shoulders.

All set. Time to jump. Pushing off the floor, he slammed his
uninjured shoulder against the door. It blew open and tore away from its
hinges, lost to the sky.

Cael teetered on the
edge before plunging out of his failing ship. Wind whipped all around him as he
twisted to catch his bearing during freefall.

He jerked the cord on
his chute–several hundred feet lower than he should have. At least. His feet
skimmed the cold waves just as his chute caught the current and heaved him back
into the air.

The ship splashed into
the water beside him, disintegrating into millions of pieces. He raised his
hands in front of his face as shrapnel flew at him. Tiny shards sliced into his
arms and legs, but the extreme heat from the cloud of steam billowing up at him
stung the most.

From the moment his toes
touched down in the once frigid water, his skin sizzled. He screamed in agony.
His death would have been quicker and less agonizing if he’d remained in the ship.

A hard piece of his
spacecraft smashed down on his head, and he welcomed the darkness.

Crash Landing Blurb

As his ship plummets toward Earth, Cael believes his life to
be over. His last ditch effort to save himself ends in a fiery crash. When he
wakes up, he believes he’s entered the afterlife, but his surroundings indicate
otherwise. He made it to Earth. But who saved him, and what do they want with
him?

For your chance to WIN an ebook copy of The
Power of Three, my other story from The Edge, be sure to a comment along with
your email address. Winner will be notified on October 1, 2012.

Bio:

Jessica Subject started writing to encourage her
daughter to read. Now she writes to keep herself grounded. Although she reads
many genres, she enjoys writing Science Fiction Romance the most and believes
everyone in the universe deserves a happily ever after. She lives Southwestern
Ontario, Canada with her husband and two kids and loves to hear from anyone who
has enjoyed her stories.

Hi Jessica,Congrats (again)! :D i actually have the "Power of Three" and it is one of ,y go to books when i want to read something that i know won't be boring no matter how many times i read it. ( i have a couple books like this from other authors too: Elizabeth Lowell,Stacey Espino, and Iris Johanson to say just a few). love this cover and was wondering if you design your own covers?, if not how do you come to an agreement with the cover artist and how you have been seeing your characters for so long?

Tammy - Wow, what a complement. Thank you! We have some input on most covers, in that we can tell the cover artist what the characters look like, and the types of things we would like to see on the cover. It all depends on how much you fill out the cover art form. I've been very lucky to have awesome cover artists for all of my titles. :)